I have this elderly women request daycare for her small dog. The dog is a super sweet Shih Tzu puppy and the woman is sweet. The problem is she states she hates using the app. So she calls me through the Rover line with any questions and to book for days ahead. I was fine with this as normally she only calls to tell me she arrived or is on her way but keeps me on the phone telling me her life story. So far she has booked 4 day care one that turned into overnight. Of the four the dog stayed overnight once and the other she canceled the same day. I indicated to her that she would need to cancel with Rover and I do not handle any of the cancellation. I never started the daycare visits that she did not arrive to, but today she wanted to know why she was charged if she cancelled with me and how she can get her money back from me. I reminded her that I do not handle cancellations and she would have to contact rover if she wants to get a refund on those dates. I am at the point now that I don’t want to continue dealing with but she’s so sweet idk how to cut this situation off without being a total bitch. Any suggestions?

I feel like I’m cursed or something. I have been trying to play the MOC mission Mole Hunt for the tampa discount, 7 different players have joined only to either immediately leave, kill themselves until mission fail, or destroy the tampa.
I literally dont even know what the mission is because I havent gotten past the step “wait for your team to enter the tampa”
I’m on xbox one if anyone wants to come save me from this hellish limbo of running back to my MOC to start the mission, find a random, fail the mission, repeat.
Is it because it’s april fools day or do people just hate this mission? So confused

Around December I graduated with my BA in Urban Studies, though I also have experience in television through the college's TV club. After the matter, I moved back in with my parents while I searched for my first job. Three months later, I've received a few dozen rejections, hundreds of no-replies, and one interview with the MTA, New York City's transit. During the interview, the recruiters loved what they heard from me, but I've been in limbo about whether or not I got the position. As for the rejections, a common theme in the replies is "we decided to go with someone more experienced". Problem is, those are entry level positions, so how was anyone supposed to get formal work experience beforehand?
Today, I did see that the stop n shop near my parents' house was hiring, which though it may be a good way to get income for now, leads into my next issue; I want to be able to move out as soon as I can. Even though I live in the New York City area, I was given the misfortune of living in Long Island. Now Long Island is a very isolated part of the state. The only ways out are bridges to Staten Island, Midtown Manhattan, and the Bronx, as well as two ferries to Connecticut (better accessed from the north shore, which I'm not in.) As a result, I feel trapped in a location that is best discussed in a place like fuckcars. My parents can't even move out with me because they have to take care of my uncle and his two kids out here. As a result, when I apply to firms in NYC, Connecticut, wherever, even when I say very clearly I'm willing to relocate, I have a feeling I'm being rejected because I don't currently live there. I actually got one rejection from a firm in north Jersey because of where I live. And that's not even the worst part, because even if I do land my dream job in my dream location, the current housing market means I'll have a hard time finding a decent place to live. I just feel like I'm running out of solutions here. I posted my resume for feedback in resumes so hopefully I get the boost I need, but other than that, I'm just stuck riding the wave.

I just had this thought as I was talking about the date today. But like that’s how it feels. You being gullible and people trying to trick you and take advantage of you for this gullibility. Having to be hypervigilant to the potential of people around you tricking you, but not knowing how to tell the difference between a joke and the truth from others.

What's up my fellow gacha addicts! It's my favorite holiday of the year, Type Moon April Fools! Every year since 2005 Type Moon has released unique content for April Fools. This has ranged from small images, to small visual novels, to mobile games. These are always limited to only April Fools days and are removed after. So because of this, I have compiled an archive of these!
https://archive.org/details/type-moon-april-fools
This archive includes 2005 - 2023, that includes both the US and JP events from today and yesterday! Along with this update, I have also added the server files for the 2020 - 2023 games. This means that with some programming knowledge, you can fully recreate the game server to replay the game at any time! You can also extract the sprites from these files to get a full sprite dump of each game.
To my knowledge the only item missing from this collection is the 2019 US April Fools Day event, "Fate/Grand Order flippin' Summon". Along with this, the server files for "Fate Grand Order - MyCraft Lostbelt", "Fate Grand Order Quest", and "Fate Grand Order Gutentag Omen Adios". And finally, iOS IPA files for "Fate Grand Order Gutentag Omen", "Fate Grand Order Gutentag Omen Adios", "Fate Grand Order Quest", and "Fate Grand Order - MyCraft Lostbelt".
I am working on creating a patcher program from the mobile games to create a patch that removes the date check (as it checks the phone's clock) and redirects the server address to your own. I've had some success with writing Golang trampoline hooks for the regular Fate/Go app but I've not had much success on the April Fools apps. If you know much on il2cpp unity game reverse engineering, please feel free to reach out! I'd love to collaborate and get this made for preserving these games!
Also please feel free to reach out if you have any of the missing files as I'd love to complete the collection! Have fun with the 2023 archive and happy whaling!

Hi,
From what I heard, the buses are now operational (see: http://www.joongboo.com/news/articleView.html?idxno=363583496)
I am, however, not seeing any real-time update w/ regards to this topic on Naver (I searched the buses and it doesn't seem to have any real-time update). Page seems not to be updated too (see: http://www.airportlimousine.co.klblbr02_4.php)
Question: does anyone recently had any experience on using the Airport Night Bus, more specifically coming from Seoul? Unfortunately, my flight will depart at 7:50am so I would like to be at the Airport around 5:00am (or before) to anticipate long queues due to the peak season. I don't like to be there using the last bus/train of the day before as the waiting time would be too long as well.
Appreciate your inputs! :)

Way more than normal. Like I'm very lucky to have near perfect internet, the last streak of connection errors I've had were way earlier in the game's life, like Season 1. I've gotten banned twice today already from random connection errors. I assume that it's the update they pushed right before the splatfest? I feel like it should be common sense not to mess with this stuff right before an event.

I installed the x axis rail today from Gulf Coast Robotics and low and behold my bed is actually flat. All this time it's been the rollers and the extruded track they ride in. Prior to this every time I did a mesh level it showed high spots that weren't actually there and was giving me fits trying to get a perfect first layer as the printer kept adjusting for the high spots. The high spots were actually in the x carriage rail and not on the bed itself. The high spots were always on the right side of the bed. When mesh leveling, because of the offset of probe, the carriage and nozzle are actually in a position that the printer never sees. It's the first time since I got this 9 months ago that I got a perfect first layer with absolutely no flaws. Somewhat expensive but well worth the lack of aggravation. The Y rail will be here in 2 days. Not looking back and couldn't be happier.

Jie had set Victoria and I up in adjoined rooms nice enough that I would have only bought them myself if I'd just finished the job of a lifetime. The main centrepiece of my room was a brilliant blue fish tank decorated with plants and colourful fish that my PA told me were from Africa on Earth.
They certainly knew how to flaunt their wealth on Station 26.
The window on the far wall of the room didn't look out over the main promenade of the Pent, nor did it look out into space; both of those would have been too convenient. Instead, it had a view of the 'Jewel of Station 26,' the rare mineral casino that had stood here through several regime changes and funded each of them.
Mining lithium on Station 26 was a fantastic way to make a fortune, which meant that the Station needed a reckless amount of ways to lose it.
On the ground below us, a series of cars and bikes constantly pulled into the Casino for what I imagined was the 'Evening' rush. Stations didn't sleep, and Station 26 certainly wasn't an exception to that rule, but evening and nightlife were still marketing terms.
Moving into the evening meant that I was expecting a knock soon; that would have been completely Jie's speed. Either that or it would be Tash banging on the door and telling me that we needed to go get drinks which was completely her speed, just in a different way.
It had been quiet in my room for a while. Victoria hadn't been able to sleep on the ship while worrying about the battery, so she'd gone to bed while I'd started pacing the second we arrived.
At least we were past the worst version of landing on Station 26; someone new being in power and considering me a friend of the old order.
Of course, it wasn't clear whether our current situation was better.
I ran my thumb over the edge of the unmarked credit chips in my pocket. I should have tried to offer the kid more, get him to fix the ship and get us off the Station before-
Before what? Before Tas- Natasha finished her elevator ride? She was on the way down before we'd stepped off the ship. Unless we'd come here in Victoria's ship, I would get clocked the second I landed with Gunboat Diplomat.
It may be time to get a new ship after all. I could afford it instead of a vacation with the payout from Victoria, or I'd have to repair the ship so many times that I couldn't afford anything other than replacement engines.
I gave up on brooding out the window and grabbed a chair and a datapad I'd brought from the ship to avoid using anything station-provided. I didn't need anyone having easy access to my search history or what I was scanning around the ship.
For now, I mostly just didn't need people knowing that I was looking up Fotuans, or at least trying to; Pasoné, as far as most of the web was concerned, had no relation to the Fotuan Meritocracy. I barely got a trillion results when I searched the name and most of the results related to a Daggeral celebrity from three centuries ago.
That tracked.
I placed the datapad down in my lap and sighed. Compared to other Empires, the Fotuan Meritocracy kept things under lock and key. Even if she was the only person in the entire Galaxy with that name, there might have been nothing about her on the web at all.
Fuck. Was I really going up against the Meritocracy? Dad would be proud.
"Anything yet?" Victoria asked as she opened the door from her room to mine. Combined, our pair of lavish rooms were almost offensive. She'd wrapped herself in a hotel-provided robe that was clearly cut for around six feet as opposed to nearly seven; the emerald colour was stark against her silver-white skin.
"Nobody's come for us yet, no."
"But they're going to?"
"Mhm."
Victoria sat down beside me and pushed her hair over to the shaved side, smoothing it once before crossing her legs on the seat. "I was thinking," she started leaving space for a sarcastic remark.
I declined.
"We should come up with a strategy for how to handle everything-"
"You were fine on the docks."
"Oh."
"Everyone here is going to expect that attitude from you so-"
"Everyone everywhere expects it," she corrected, "it's accurate."
"Mostly."
"Mostly?"
"You've chilled," I offered her a pointed look to communicate that the Victoria I'd met at the bar wasn't about to walk out to 'have a chat.'
"Pardon that."
"I wasn't complaining."
"It's unbecoming."
"It's better for our relationship," I added. There was a lot I was leaving out there, but it wasn't the best idea to spend time trying to spell out 'I actually enjoy your company when you're not being a prick' or 'it helps to not be babysitting a brat.'
We both knew. Firefights were great for keeping people attached.
"One thing about it. Downstairs that is."
"Yeah?"
"Just call me Kingston, don't call me by my last name."
"I thought that was a human thing."
"It is, but it's not an Ovishir one."
"But-"
"People he- The people who know me here are going to think it's weird if you call me by my last name," I explained, "it implies that we're really close. It's better if we keep everyone thinking that we're just arm's length from one another. Or at least try."
"Try?"
"They know me pretty well. I'll try, but people like Tash will be good at reading me. For example, she probably knows that I really don't want to be here."
"You know them that well?"
"Yeah."
"But you're not going to explain it?" she asked.
Down in front of the Casino, a massive, lumbering mining machine that had been repurposed with gold thundered up to the front walkway before opening to dispense a collection of passengers too far for me to clock.
"No. It's not my favourite topic."
"You have a lot of not favourite topics."
"You don't seem that keen to talk about your situation," I pointed out.
Victoria chuckled, "that's fair."
"I did a lot of work here with a lot of powerful people," I explained, "they're big fans, but I'm not that proud of it."
"Are you proud of a lot of your work?"
"Not much," I sighed, "I do the right thing sometimes but-"
"Sometimes you blow up a Mythellion Research station?"
"Yinde deserved that."
"Are you proud of it?"
"I'm neutral," I lied, "feel bad that I disappointed Musc."
Victoria wrinkled her nose and shifted in her chair. "I thought you were going to use the excuse that they were Yinde's bombs."
"Nah," was all I offered. Victoria had been forced to pull the trigger twice in her life, from what I understood, so I didn't want to explain the calculus of blame to her like my Mom had to for me. Sometimes it was you or them, and that was okay, but if you kept trying to shift the responsibility for the people you killed to the actions of others, you'd be able to explain away anything.
That responsibility, according to her, was the difference between people who shot first and people who shot when they didn't need to.
"I killed him. He would have killed us. I was better at it," I continued after a second longer, staring out the window at the crew still unloading parts from the mining vessel. "Tale old as time."
"Hm," was all that Victoria had to offer in response for the moment. If I let it linger too long, she would get trapped thinking about what she'd done on Mythellion.
"What about you?"
"What?"
"Proud of what you do?"' I asked.
Victoria offered me a quizzical look and then turned her attention back out the window. "I-" she bit her lip, "what I do- did, for the Meritocracy wa- is…"
She trailed off, but I understood the last part, 'well, I'm not doing it, so take a guess.'
"You're young," I cut in to give her an out, "you'll figure it out."
"Yeah," Victoria agreed in a way that meant 'hopefully.'
Someone pounded on the door.
I waved Victoria back to her side of the room, and she shut the door behind her before I opened mine.
Tash was at the door, still in a flight suit but missing the apron and grime that came with her work clothes. She still looked like she was one of the dock managers, just an off-duty one.
"Hey you," she greeted while trying to get a look around me to see if anyone else was in the room.
"Vic's in hers."
"Mind if I come in then?"
"Am I allowed to say no?"
There was a pause long enough that one of us should have cut in to break it.
"I'm not here for Jie," she finally said.
"Come on in."
Tash pushed past me before I was fully out of the way, ignoring the lavish decor to focus on the Nurse, which I'd left lying in the corner. She regarded it for a moment but never moved to grab it. "It's been a while since you invited me in."
"What's up?" I asked, closing the door behind us and dodging her attempts to bring up the past as soon as she was inside. Tash continued to stare at the Nurse instead of revealing whether that bothered her.
"Can't I just be coming in to check on a friend?"
"You can," I nodded, "but you aren't."
Tash clicked her tongue.
"What's up?"
"Just serendipity for me that you're here. Need someone for something, and I don't think I'd want anyone else on this station doing it."
"Nobody on the station?"
"You shouldn't trust people from Songlai," she pointed out, using the old nickname instead of anything formal.
"That includes you."
Tash sighed. "I'm aware."
"But?"
"But you and I have history."
We did. I wasn't sure if that helped her case.
"You think I enjoy asking you for help the second I get here?"
"No."
"Then why do you think I'm asking?"
"Because you know I'm good," I suggested.
"Desperate," she corrected, "I don't have many places to go."
"Burned a lot of bridges?" I asked. I knew the answer was yes, but it wasn't like Tash to admit that she was a serial arsonist.
"Working for Jie doesn't get you many fans these days."
"You work for Jie?"
"Everyone on Station works for Jie. Some of us just admit it," she finally turned away from the Nurse to turn back at me. Her eyes had a pleading sparkle, but I'd seen that weaponized before, "everyone else just pretends that their boss doesn't funnel money to Jie, or isn't part of some bullshit network that isn't technically working for her."
"Can't choose who your boss pays."
Tash glared at me but didn't argue against my point.
"What do you need?"
"You have to promise you'll do it if I tell you, can't have it getting out."
"Fuck that."
"Kingston…"
"No, you don't have that privilege."
"Kingson we're-"
"Natasha, you're a client," I cut her off and corrected her simultaneously, "and I have work right now, so I'm not about to drop everything for this."
Natasha looked away toward the window and sighed, running one hand through her hair. There were so many more scars than last time I'd seen her.
I went to open the door for her.
"You're right," she answered instead of moving, "you're right. Look, is there anything you need with the ship? What put that hole in it?"
"I can pay for repairs."
"What put the hole in it?"
There I was again, pressed up against the wall of giving information away that I didn't necessarily want to. That said, the good thing about Station 26 being an unregulated hell hole was its access to systems that might punch through their shields next time. After all, the radar cloaking that allowed us barely escape around Mythellion was from here. "Valikyria"
"What?"
"Fotuan Valikyria. That's what shot the ship."
Tash glanced over at the door to Victoria's room. "What the fuck does she have you doing that you're scrapping with Fotty tech?"
"I'm not discussing that."
"Valikyrias are serious shit."
"So I learned."
"Are you in over your head?"
That was a good question, but I was confident the answer was almost assuredly yes, "No."
She frowned, then nodded, "You get any hits in?"
"If I did, it didn't matter."
"Need firepower?"
"Can you offer something worth what you're asking?"
Natasha walked over to the window but didn't take the seat that I'd been using with Victoria. Instead, she stared out over the Casino. "We have some de-fib rounds on station right now. I can call people on some debts and get them to you."
"That's one hell of a favour."
"I did try to get you to agree without hearing what it was. Those should be enough, though, yeah?"
"I reserve the right to refuse."
"Dick."
"That's not being a dick," I corrected, "that's just not being as dumb as I used to be."
"I liked the old version."
"You would." I watched her reflection sneer at my comment. "Do you want to tell me or not?"
"Fine," she began, "but we have to do it tonight."

Hi. I don't speak much in person but I'm going to try to speak my mind here. BPD people have left me fragmented my entire life, my mom is undiagnosed and as a result, I went through my early childhood living directly through this kind of pain. I got into relationships and close friendships with many BPD people, and because I'm decently attractive and successful I've been a large target for them. I've had people spend more time trying to leverage my life than I've had actually living my life, so let me give you all the tips and tricks I use to skirt through life. I studied this in college to survive, so some descriptions will be more advanced and some will be simpler. Where I could've been incredibly successful as an individual, I have had to abandon my dreams at every turn to not only live but survive. I'm trying to use what I've learned to change the environment you guys live in. I'm tired. Here's what I know. Happy to help fix communication errors - I have to kinda turn off emotions to be able to talk about this stuff so expressions might not be emphasized in full. The great part about dealing with so many BPD people, I've learned to be able to flick the mental switch that turns off emotions as they can. I just have the moral conscious to use it for good instead of personal desires!
It boils down to them being insecure person. You may think this is obvious, but the understanding of insecurity they have is one that you or I may not immediately understand. Take a second to google Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs - at some point in the person with BPD's life their Physiological needs were not guaranteed - this creates the stress response they keep for the rest of their life.As the stress response from this is so large and we have such a shoddy understanding of mental health - You will not be dealing with rational behavior EVER. The parts that are "mature" in your eyes have been created that way as a direct result of your childhood insecurities. You are dating the reflection of your home environment, and it is being leveraged by someone who is a reflection of their home environment, not the person standing in front of you today, yesterday, or tomorrow. Your rose-colored glasses are in areas you don't have a full understanding of - and because someone else may have more understanding or a worse "reality" you've grown to trust them (trauma bonding, sometimes done on accident, sometimes on purpose.) - regardless of what you eventually learn to be healthy. These people usually specialize in one very specific niche and dare to stray from it, creating their own demand. You'll notice that people are grasping at straws to be "unique" - for each person creating success, you have another 19 chasing them, copying their personality in hopes the 'archetype' works for them as well. Sometimes the number trying to copy doesn't stop. It scales based on how desperate people are for success, and how successful they think the person they're copying is. Remember that their thoughts have been proven to not be based on reality.
Many people like to think down on people with BPD, and the truth is that they are probably smarter than you or I. They just have so much extra brain space being utilized to help them 'escape' from either real or false fears, that they can't spend this space on progressing themselves or society. Until they outgrow the fear from this environment - it will be expressed ON YOU, the one choosing to interact with them. You may be able to have dates, vacations, and long-standing plans, but when this person gets re-stressed by their childhood insecurities you are GONE. You are no longer the reality they are living in, the sources of stress from their childhood are the reality they ultimately will end up reliving until their problems are fixed. This shows us they have been trying to escape Reality by living disconnected since their childhood. When the reality around them tries to embrace the personality they've made in a disconnected headspace, they can either double down that they have no problems or finally embrace their problems. With time, generations of families, changes in the environment, and personal factors, the problems become weighted and skewed with time to the point they aren't reflected honestly when voiced today. A problem 40 years ago may be expressed through a few unemotional words, if any words at that. I know people who have come to me silent who I've worked with to get them to talk, and they have lived some of the most traumatic shit I've ever heard in my life. They don't know how to bring it up in today's society, which is another post for another time on my end. I'm working on that in the background to give them a place to be heard, yet for YOU, HERE, TODAY:
What does that leave us with? A new resource - one that they can't value for their life. Time.Someone with BPD has to stay constant, and actively engaged, or else their natural fear complex sets in. The level of fear they live in daily EXCEEDS the amount a brain can healthily adapt to daily. Sleeping no longer resets their tolerance - rather degrades their long-standing habits until the stress overwhelms even these foundational ideas. As a result - their attention span is greatly decreased. Where you and I can relax, spend time to ourselves and chill, their attention span is almost negative if anything. They need constant visual input to stimulate their mind - and platforms like TikTok are normalizing this speed of consumption. If you think of TikTok as the end result of mental health problems rather than the source - you can truly see how widespread attention problems are in society. Mental health is being monetized before its being solved, which will evidently lead to it never being solved. Not only how they've been normalized, but how it's starting to affect the lives of others based on one's perspectives and expectations.
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I'm tired of fixing their problems for them, it's time for a true understanding that you can step out of their control and spend your time where it's important - yourself. Stop half-assing a relationship that won't be real in a few years, full-ass your relationship with yourself and you'll find better people with time. If each person reading this spent a year loving themselves instead of those around them - you would learn you don't have to tolerate those kinds of people. A year gives you time to not only reflect on your past but work out any bad habits and attempt to unlearn them/relearn good ones. Habits take a few weeks, so even if you have an ungodly list of 20 bad ones, enjoy your year working for yourself instead of someone faking a future with you. Build the future you want, and stop relying on others. They are utilizing your dependency on attention to avoid problems as a crutch - keep your time spent on yourself. They want you to fall into the same trap they have, and will drag you there as a result. They know what you will go through, and having the experience already will know exactly how to leverage you during that time.
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You ever wonder why their conversations jump from the past to the future, to the present, all in a circle to get you confused? Their brain doesn't let them sit on the stress of being the problem in the here and now. So they resort to different frames of time in order to rationalize it to themselves. The stress is so overwhelming they don't care if it doesn't make sense to you - they are purely trying to escape it with no regard for others. These people do not need relationships. They need mental health reform. It is not smart to get into relationships knowing there are these bombs waiting out there - with barely even half being able to understand their own problems. Why are we being forced to solve the problems of those who don't have consequences?
In the meantime - try to understand that added political disorganization in the USA is driving the normalization of these people. Soon we are going to lose the generation able to reflect on their challenges and rather have to embrace the lack of reality those with BPD are trying to embrace. You and I can't live at that pace, being on this forum indicate that, so we need to come together to work against this problem. Many people with BPD will weaponize the shitty mental health climate in America - weaponizing false promises or inaction in taking care of themselves. They can tell themselves subconsciously they are the problem, but as the socio-political climate of the nation endorses consistent, rapid interactions, it is easy for these people to escape into new pockets socially. They are consciously choosing to spend their time ignoring their problems at any cost - sometimes even losing their own touch with reality.
To fix this and no longer be influenced we would need to:
Reform the mental health culture - with the current understanding of mental health, these people are scared of embracing their problems for fear that they truly finally lose themselves in the process. They grasp at strings hoping to make it day to day, so taking faith in a system with notoriously bad experiences will only accelerate the problems from their perspective. They know that giving in to the current half-assed mental health industry (that may or may not beprofit-driven) may certainly end their life faster than they could themselves. BPD is the attempt of control a life that would otherwise be lost to the environmental and socio-political pressures around them.
Stop having a god complex around relationships. Our brain's understanding of emotions really excels around 25 years old, up to that point you are still growing and past that point, it is maintenance mode instead of growth. While you're meant to be growing uninfluenced, you've been spoon-fed the idea of a family sometimes even before you are fully emotionally mature. You are then going out and finding other emotionally immature people who then further complicate your own problems. well before you can even wrap your head around the complex emotions ongoing, you now have to deal with someone else's childhood insecurities haunting your thoughts the rest of your life. If you are younger than 25 - work on understanding yourself and your emotions. If you are older than 25 - work on not only understanding this but also how its going to interact with others. Base your actions on your body, instead of the fucked up expectations others have around us. Trust yourself for once, its a nice feeling :)
Remember, the BPD person wants you to feel isolated and alone. You are not alone. Someone is always out there, working for you, looking after you. We are almost done with dealing with these people, tough it out a little longer as you've done for years and you'll see the fruits of your labors soon. Where everyone else is focusing on their own lives, jobs, health, and money, you should know that you have someone fighting alongside you the entire time.

I (m20s) and my fiance (m30s) have had a trip to visit his parents planned since January. We were supposed to leave today, but instead of packing, getting the house cleaned, or doing literally anything, hes spent the past few days playing video games in his underwear. I woke up at noon today to get my final things packed to leave, only to find him still unpacked, in front of his computer.
He loves his parents and has been looking forward to this trip for a while. I like his parents and dont have a problem with going. But, I did have to take two weeks off from work, which is costing me lost wages as I dont get paid time off. Its a lot of money for us as we both make below the poverty level.
I asked him if we would be leaving today, and he said no, but we would sometime in the next four days. I explained that made me feel frustrated, as i now have to unpack many things only to pack them again sometime in 1-4 days, and that i had bought snacks for the road that would go bad by then. I also would have liked to be at work since every penny counts. He does not work.
I have a plane ticket back on the 15th, because he wants to stay a month with his parents and i cant take that long off from work. Meaning that my vacation is being cut shorter and shorter while i sit around the house trying to not go insane while all my things are packed.
He got angry with me after i explained how i felt, saying that i 'hit him with a sludgehammer of words' and that he isnt in control of his schedule. Now he told me to not speak to him anymore.
AITA for bringing up how this made me feel?

Hello guys,
According to the replies we are receiving from McGill Admission, we should hear back from them maximum by today. Did anyone hear back from them?

Having dark thoughts and there is no corner of the internet to get relief from that or just be able to say it out loud. I’ve tried hotlines but the people are so scripted. Went to my psych and for some reason I was happy that day, didn’t tell him what was going on. Avoided telling him about the delusions or substance use because I’m afraid of being put on antipsychotics when it’s not a constant thing. Today saw my therapist and did tell him about the dark thoughts and he joked around that I was too smart for my own good. He was 20 mins late for our session and silent most of the time. The rest of the time joking. He said my boyfriend makes other people’s lives hard with his drinking as a way to somehow convince me that me making other people’s lives hard with my mental illness wasn’t an issue? I told my bf my issues and he told me to go to the pros. No one cares. I got angry and my sisters took notice of that and took away my car keys overnight but just gave them back next day. It’s like I’m trying to communicate with people who could help me and none of them believe me or are willing to help. Which just makes it so much worse. I don’t think people care. They say to be honest and I’m honest and then everyone goes about their day. My therapist is fired. I’m on the max dose of an antidepressant that up until now has worked great when no other one has. I just started a new job and I’m afraid I’m going to lose it. I don’t know what to do.

I just need to vent to my fellow shoppers:
I like most of you have had a terrible week with little to no orders with very low pay
It being Saturday, I was hoping for a better outcome, while it has been more orders available , the only good thing orders are two store orders batch together, which I very rarely will take, unless it makes absolute sense
But looking to at least make some money today, I took an order with a Costco and Stop & Shop order together.
Upon delivery, I come to realize that the Stop & Shop order customer left zero tip
Now I’m mad because I gave top-notch service for a scumbag no tipper.
Now, after waiting a while for any good orders to show up, once again, the best pain motor is a 2 store batch.
Almost identical to the first one in pay, and items for each location . So, with still being tracked by Instacart into taking a note supporter, I decide to drop the smaller Stop & Shop order and just deal with the castle with her as in most cases is the higher tipping order.
After completion of that order, which ended up being the further distance order of the tube, I realize that The draft order from Stop & Shop was the majority of the time for the order.
I’m just so fucking sick of these fucking games this company plays.

I got offered Knull in the Token shop for 3000 tokens like a day or two ago, but I didn't buy him because it's not an interesting card for me personally. But today I pulled him from Collector's Reserve.
Did he drop to Pool 3 or is it actually possible go get Pool 4&5 cars from Collector's Reserve?

I currently have a balance at ASU. I had a full ride scholarship while I was there but I ended up really hating the program and decided to leave the school and drop the scholarship (I know, I've already heard it all from my parents. Don't worry). But, they never applied my scholarship to my tuition and now I owe them a year's worth of tuition. Fast forward to now, I've been making payments to ASU every month and I'm about to go to flight school. I've seen options for loan consolidation and I'd like to try that but the dropdown only shows me options for lenders, nothing about a school balance. Is there any way I could consolidate my balance from ASU with my new student loan without having to get a second loan just for ASU? I've already tried contacting Student Business Services at ASU to look into this option, but per usual they had no idea what I was talking about and weren't very helpful.
Thanks in advance for any help, really appreciate it!

Today my mother told our guests that I always speak like I am "drunk". I am not sure what exactly she means by that, since my tone of voice is like the majority's.
My sister is pregnant and she said it was exhausting.
I said, of course, you are producing a whole human.
Aparrently, they didn't seem to like the term "produce", since everybody started laughing and my mother then stated what I just wrote. I don't understand what that has to do with being drunk. I asked what I should've said instead but no one answered to that.
What would you have said instead?
Make? Grow¿
That happens many times with similar stuff. I say something and people laugh or react harsh and I get no explanation why so. Thats exhausting.
Also, often people don't like it when I say stuff I know and researched. I am always happy to share interesting information for others to learn from it too but people mostly react annoyed or try to calm me down with an "okok" as if I was angry. Does anybody have any idea why so? Sharing information isn't a bad thing, is it? What do I do wrong? Does anybody have similar experience?

I (23f) went to college out of state (1000 miles) and had the best time. throughout the four years, i formed a close group with four other girls. We lived together, went on trips together, had movie nights etc. We graduated last spring and met up for halloween back in our college town. In february, one of the girls had a birthday weekend trip and they didn’t invite me. This was very unusual but i told myself they just didn’t think i’d be able to make it from so far away. We’re all going back to college this may to see a few of our younger friends graduate. My closest friend from college called me today and said she was looking forward to seeing me even if the other girls weren’t. She also said she was nervous about how it would go because, apparently, after halloween all of the other girls discussed it and decided to cut me out of the group. I genuinely can’t think of what i could’ve done that weekend to make them do that.
I’ve never made friends easily and I don’t have any good friends back in my hometown. I had one close friend in high school that had depression and when she went to college she cut everyone she knew off to start over. That hurt a lot, and i still have dreams that i run into her and she’s not mad at me and everything’s okay between us. Now it feels like i spent four years invested in these girls in another state and I have no friends to show for it. The one girl I am still friends with from college is great, but she’s still in the other group and because of them she’s not inviting me to her birthday either.
I don’t know how to feel okay when i have such a hard time getting close to people, and everyone i have gotten close to ends up cutting me off.
I have no idea what i’m doing wrong, how do I get people to stick around? And what should I do in may when i see all of them?

I had ice cream last night and have IBS-C and I’m hit or miss with my dairy intolerance. I figured I’d be fine since I stick to the same brand of ice cream and I only eat a little. Well, was walking through target a bit ago and suddenly had a weird stomach cramp, then nausea, then more stomach pains, trapped gas, weird movements in my abdomen. All of this was quite normal during a D flare for me, popped a zofran and got home, now I’m laying in bed and waiting for my body to push the constipation out then I’ll probably have loose stool all day.
I guess it’s Oatmilk ice cream from now on :(
Anyone else flaring today?